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Tuesday, November 29, 2016

Blogging. is. hard. I keep on meaning to keep up this poor lil neglected page, but man, I'm still trying to find what I wanna say. Why is that so hard? My heart is not in the fashion-y side of blogging anymore, and that was it's main gig for a while. In fact my closet has down sized tremendously, I just wanna be one of those people that has a few key pieces and is happy with just that. I'm digressing. I'll just tell ya what I've been up to.
Clearly, my headspace hasn't been so great since this horrid election. At this point I'm struggling to find the balance between "this is not normal, this is not ok" and trying to feel normal. My best right now is having fund raisers in my shop to try and spread some money around to those who need it as much as possible. Even though, I still feel helpless. It's been real, real rough for me y'all. I think I'm turning to this blog to vent and to share some pretty things and just just type shit out. Ya know? It's also a new moon in Sagittarius as I wrote this so some new moon gotta manifest and change shit feels are brewing in my brain stew.
And here, observe, some photos from a simpler time, late summer and early fall. Before literally cartoon satan was president-elect and the eczema on my hand wasn't flaring up from the stresssssss.

Labor day weekend was spent in upstate ny and it has a freakin creek. I GOT TO SWIM IN A CREEK IT WAS SO GREAT. Some of my friend pronounced creek like "crick". Is that normal?

Been getting more and more into following along with the moon phases. This was the Pieces full moon that I spent by the Hudson river, it was so gorg.

Just some finger puppet feels.

I got this chair at a vintage store by me for a SONG. I call it my ghost chair. My favorite corner in the apartment is coming along nicely. Though I still don't know to to adult fully enough until I get some goddamn actual curtains for this bay window.

Expanding my line of enamel pins! I was so iffy about them for a while but people FUCKING LOVE THESE THINGS so I had some made. Yup.

Instead of a summer vacation me and the dude went away in mid-october and called it our Spookcation. Just thinking about that week right now might make me weepy. It was fantastic. We rented an air bnb in Woodstock, NY. The house was walking distance from town, but still sorta in the woods. The bus from the city stopped right in their town square where they were setting up for a drum circle and it was a very "I have arrived" moment. The weather was perfect. We cooked, had a fire pit, drank champagne, creeped arounf the graveyard, drank wine on the desk amongst the pretty leaves during the day, I worked on some of my weird lil paintings, and dayum I SHOPPED. They have the raddest candle store. I bought two of these cat candles because I thought they were too cool to burn. I burned them both. I knew I'd end up doing that so I snapped a photo.

I also bought this in Woodstock. I've been meaning to get a sun catcher for my bedroom for a while, and now I was a fucking armys worth of the things. Give me all the witchy sun catchers you have!!! There's no photos of the actual vacation on here cause they're on an undeveloped roll of film at the moment.

It me. Lounging. It's been a hobby of mine lately. Also, I stopped dying my hair because it's nice to not have it be crunchy from the bleach anymore. Also also, because of this, I noticed a few new friends. About 10 of them, on the top of my head, they're grey and skinny. I hope I get to be one of those cool ladies with a grey streak!

Tuesday, August 16, 2016

I went to Savannah with Rhiannon in February to celebrate our friend Caila's birthday and holy shit is that city awesome. We only stayed for a long weekend, but I kept on saying the whole time that I felt like I was dreaming.

Not to mention our buddy is pretty much an unofficial ambassador of everything cool in Savannah, so she took us to all the things worth checking out. I feel like Stefan from SNL when I say that this city has everything: gutter punks, pretty moss trees, graveyards, old shit, victorian architecture, cool taxidermy, flea markets, streets beers, Jameson slushies, weird art vans, and second hand art supply stores.

I love the idea of only bring film cameras when I go away somewhere. It makes that thrill of getting film developed even more exciting, because it has all these great trip memories on it that you almost forgot about.

Monday, July 25, 2016

This last photo might be a failed attempt to "not take myself too seriously". Not sure if that translates, or if I just look stupid. Anyway, I've grown to love shorts (with my annoying east coast accent its "showts"). Not to mention these are in my favorite shade of throw up. I've been told I have weird taste in colors, good thing I picked a career where half the work is with colors, amirite?

I was one of those gothy kids who always wore long black pants in the summer and it drove my mother crazy. I was committed to a ~look~, ya'll know how it is. But now, shorts are my fave go to in the summer, especially now that I'm a self proclaimed "bike bitch".

Thursday, July 21, 2016

Title of this post pretty much says it all. Last week I had to pleasure of babysitting London, who i call my furry nephew. Maybe I'm playing favorites, but sometime I feel like this dog can read my thoughts, and that he's not a dog but a very short and fluffy human. But I have the snaking suspicion that everyone feels that way about their family dog.

Right after this photo as taken, he processed to rub his face all over my ~groovy~ rug. At least is wasn't his butt.

He needs a haircut, but his furriness is so cute. Look at dat beard and those furry feeeeet!

Thursday, June 30, 2016

I kind of tend to wear outfits related to physical activities that I never partake in. Hence, my gothy tennis outfit. I went to a friend apartment for dinner the day I took these, and my buddy said I looked like a goth tennis player before I said anything. So there ya go.
I think for the past decade, when I'm looking at shirts in a second hand shop, I can't help but look for Fred Perry shirts. This habit started in my late teens when I loved the British appeal of that brand and didn't want to shell out $100 for a top. So I started scouring thrift stores for one and the habit kinda stuck, even when I wouldn't be looking consciously. About two weeks ago in a tiny second hand store in Jersey City (not Another Mans Treasure, another one I forget the name of) I found this gem. Search over? Mission accomplished? Sure.

I rediscovered my old checkered vans in my trunk I keep in my bedroom, where you may also find some interesting "belts" that I wore when I was fucking punk rock, man, and some other fun accessories... That trunk is basically where punk goes to die. But these vans were saved, because ya know what, they are comfy! And I still kinda like them. It's weird, because I don't think I would buy a new pair today. There's something with the age attached to them that makes me like them, more than the style of the shoe itself. I feel like I'm wearing some kinda relic.